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Part 2

The dining hall
was packed, and we had to cram into a booth way in the back that was in
sort of a separate section from the main room. So the three of us
were wedged into a booth intended for two, across from two other guys
who had gotten there first. After we had stuffed enough food into
our faces to calm the hunger pangs, we started to talk.

“This is Rod” I
said, nodding to my right, “this is Peter,” nodding to my left,
“and I’m Ash,” I said. “You can call him HotRod, cuz he’s got a
really hot rod. Just how long is it, anyway?” As I spoke I
had begun to stroke his cock, which was very obvious under his shorts,
lying alongside his thigh.

“Actually, it’s
not as big as it looks. It’s nine inches soft and about ten and a
half hard. It just looks longer cuz I’m so small,” Rod said.

“You got a nine
inch dick?” one of the other boys asked. “I thought mine was big
at seven. Can I see it?”

“Sure,
dude. Come back to the dorm with us and we’ll have a showing.”

Between the
talk and my stroking him, Rod’s rod had stiffened, still along his
thigh, but totally hard and pushing against the loose leg of his
shorts. I reached down to his knee and pulled his shorts back
until I encountered his hard head after only a few inches. It was
wet and slick with pre-cum, which I began to distribute where it
counted.

Although mostly
hidden by the table, what I was doing to Rod was pretty obvious, given
the turn our conversation had suddenly taken.

“Have you guys
known each other like forever, or what?” the one boy asked.

“No, actually
we just met before dinner in the shower.” Peter answered.
“We got acquainted in a circle jerk.”

“You did that
here? In the shower? Today?” Both boys were
incredulous.

“Yeah,” I
answered. “Peter and I had just cum all over each other in our
room, and we needed a shower. Rod was already in there jerking
off, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“I can’t wait,
I wanna see it now,” the first boy blurted, and then just slid down off
the seat and under the table. Moments later, his face appeared
between Rod’s legs, pretty much head to head. He reached up and
opened Rod’s shorts.

“Lift up,
dude,” he said, and Rod did, allowing his shorts to be pulled down to
his knees. His hot rod stood up a bit higher now, unrestrained by
clothing or hand. The boy stared at it in wonder. “Dude,
that is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” He put one hand
on the shaft and brought his face forward so that he could lick the
tip, and then he sucked as much as he could into his mouth.

“I’m coming
too,” the other boy announced, and joined his friend under the table to
see Rod’s wonderful cock. There wasn’t room for him to do
anything, but by this time I was fully erect and he was in front of me.

“Don’t be shy,”
I said, spreading my legs as wide as possible. “Come on in.”

He unzipped me
and let my ordinary prick stand free. Needing no further
invitation, he took me into his mouth, licking and sucking and going up
and down as much as possbible, given the contraints of the space, and
bumping his head on the table a few times. Not wanting to ignore
Peter, I slipped my free hand into his pants and squeezed his solid
cock.

Rod had been
pretty well worked up for a few minutes by this time, and he wasn’t
going to last long, and neither was I. Just then, two girls
looking for seats came over, and Rod and I just leaned forward to hide
our exposed parts and the blowjobs in progress below.

“Are these
seats free?” they asked.

Neither Rod nor
I were exactly in conversational mode at that point, so Peter, being on
the end anyway, answered, “Nope, they’ve just gone for dessert.”

I could hardly
sit still anymore, and about when Peter said “dessert,” I came,
shooting my fourth load of the afternoon into the mouth under the
table. “Dude, that was awesome,” I told him as I slumped back
against the seat, my hand now on his head rather than Rod’s.

Rod too was
climaxing, shooting his copious cum into his new friend’s mouth.
He shot in proportion to his length, and a lot did not stay in the
mouth. When both boys returned to their seats, about three major
dribbles of cum were running down the chin of Rod’s cocksucker.

“Peter, you’re
next. But not here, OK?” said the boy who had blown me.

Peter was
willing to wait a bit, seeing as how anything he did at the table would
be open to public scrutiny.

We left the
dining hall and headed back to the dorm by way of the campus store,
where we picked out a good supply of condoms. Neither Peter nor I
knew what kinds to get, (thanks to Mom again), but our new friends
did. I got a variety12-pack of Trojans, Peter got a similar
12-pack of Durex, and Rod found a 10 pack of LifeStyles Large. As
we walked back to the dorm, we finally got around to exchanging the
rest of our names. The boy who’d blown me was Drew, a smooth
blonde hockey player, and the one who’d sucked off Rod’s rod was Doug,
a curly brown-haired theater and dance major. The two of them had
known each other from high school, and had fooled around together a
lot. They were rooming together in the Fall, as well as for
Orientation.

Nothing was
scheduled for the evening, since the Orientation did not actually start
until the next morning. We went back to Peter’s and my room,
since Rod’s roommate still hadn’t checked in, and Drew and Doug were in
another dorm across the quad.

We started with
Peter. Doug and Drew unbuttoned his preppy Oxford shirt and
slipped it off his shoulders, touching all over his chest as they did
so. Then they moved to his khaki cargo shorts, which they
unzipped slowly, pressing against his hardon as they went. He’d
maintained a pretty fair pants tent (and growing wet spot!) since
dinner, and once the shorts were down, he poked horizontal out of his
boxers. They got rid of that final garment, and then put Peter on
the single bed on his back, Drew and Doug next to each other.
They commenced kissing and touching and licking him, everywhere except
his rigid penis, now leaking precum steadily.

While Peter was
being prepared, Rod and I had been attending to each other in a similar
manner, and once we were naked again, we decided to try out our new
condoms. I took an extra large one we’d bought for Rod, and added
some lube, and rolled it down his pole. Even the extra large only
went part way down his shaft. But apparently it felt good going
on, because Rod was making appreciative moans and movements. Then
he put a regular one on me, and I understood why he had liked it when I
did it to him.

Thus sheathed
and lubed, we each stepped behind one of the Doug and Drew team, and
reaching around, opened their pants and pulled them down, releasing
their own hardons and exposing naked asses. Rod added some lube
to Doug’s ass, and handed the tube to me to do Drew’s. Neither of
us were quite sure about entering protocol, and we hesitated at that
point.

Drew took a
hand off Peter, took one ass cheek in his hand and pulled it aside, and
said, “Come on in! What are you waiting for?”

So waiting no
longer, I pushed my cockhead against the round muscle, and with just a
bit of pressure, it slipped in. I was engulfed by hot tightness
and it felt fantastic. Then I pushed forward until I was buried
up to my pubes, and evidently it felt good for Drew. because he yelled
something. Next to me, Rod was doing likewise, altho’ he didn’t
get all the way in before Doug also was making inarticulate sounds of
pleasure.

On the bed,
Peter was feeling pretty OK too, judging from his ragged breathing and
involuntary pelvic thrusting.

Kind of in
tandem, Rod and I started fucking the asses which ensconced us, each
time eliciting more pleasure sounds as we passed the prostate. I
reached around and starting jacking Drew’s cock, using a full fist
squeeze because of the slippery pre-cum that covered his head and
foreskin. Rod started doing the same to Doug. My own orgasm
was on its way, and I pushed hard into Drew, pumping cum into him and
the condom, the climax so intense that I literally saw stars. My
cock continued to pulse a few times after the major initial shots, and
as I finished, Drew started. I felt his cock pumping a half dozen
times, and simultaneous with feeling the spasms in my hand, I saw both
Peter’s and Doug’s cocks erupt, Peter’s shooting straight up into the
air and then falling back onto his body, and Doug’s sending lateral
streams arcing over him.

The four of us
standing kind of collapsed on top of Peter’s cummy body, Rod and I
still inside Doug and Drew. No one spoke for awhile; we just
concentrated of the intense pleasure, and on breathing. My
softened cock slipped out of Drew’s ass and came out of the condom at
the same time, and I left the pale latex where it was. The same
thing happened to Rod, and he followed suit.

Finally we
stood up. Peter had cum literally from head to toe. There
was some in his hair and on his cheek, all over his chest and belly,
and a bunch on his legs. Not to mention a fair aount on the
bed. Once vertical, Doug and Drew began to leak cum out of the
condoms still in their asses, and it dribbled down their legs. We
were a mess.

“Looks like
it’s time for another shower, guys,” Rod said. “Let’s go while
it’s fresh.” And with him leading the way, five guys with five
loads of cum dripping off them walked down the hall to the
showers. Between dinner and the room, we were pretty much used up
for awhile, so this shower was just that. We pulled the condoms
out of Doug and Drew and left them on the floor of the shower room for
other guys to wonder about.

Rod had taken
no towel with him to the showers, so he walked back to his room
wet. Inside, he discovered that his roommate had arrived. I
stayed with him, the others went on back to my room. A thin, very
black, and shirtless boy was hanging up some clothes when Rod
walked in naked and grabbed a towel to dry himself. He introduced
us as he did so and we learned that the black boy was Flynn, and he had
just arrived from Ghana, in West Africa. Rod shook his hand,
making no effort to cover up. Flynn could not keep his eyes of
Rod’s rod. In fact, he was staring at it, and sprouting some very
impressive wood of his own as he gawked at Rod’s returning erection.

“I think that
your penis is longer than even mine,” he said in lightly accented
English. “And mine was the greatest amongst all my mates at
school.”

“Well, let’s
compare,” Rod suggested, pulling the elastic waist of Flynn’s
basketball shorts down to his thighs. He did the same with the
boxers, and Flynn’s hardening cock unfurled, rising up to stand rigidly
against his dark belly above a very sparse set of tightly curled pubes.

“Ash, you
compare. I don’t have anything to measure with.” The two
boys stood side by side, their impressive tools now solid and
hard. I used my fingers sideways to measure, starting at the
bottom of the shaft in the pubic hair and counting hand-widths to the
end. Rod was three hands and three fingers long. Flynn was
three hands and two fingers long. Hardly a major difference,
given the length of their members. Flynn seemed to like the
touching, though, because he suggested I might check him again, as he
thought he’d gotten a bit harder. So I “measured” him again and
told him he might be a quarter inch longer, but not much. Then I
abandoned all pretense of measurement, and just jacked him off.
Rod added his hand to mine, and directed Flynn to use his hand on Rod’s
rod. Flynn’s uncut head was producing plenty of precum, and I
used it to lube his foreskin so that it slid easily back and
forth. Rod was working the rest of the shaft and the balls, and
in short order Flynn was sending strong streams of thick white cum that
landed on his chest and stomach. Rod, having cum three times in
the last hour or so, was not so quick. “On your knees,
Dude. Suck me, OK?”

And Flynn,
needing no further urging, dropped to his knees and took Rod’s lengthy
penis in his mouth, his ebony face in dark contrast to Rod’s pale
body. A minute or so of noisy blowjob brought Rod to climax
again, and by now I was quite hard again myself, so I presented my
hardon to Flynn, and he sucked me off too. I pulled out of his
mouth as I came, and squirted my cum onto his face, painting a white
line on his right cheek, across his nose, and on his chin. I
hugged his head to my crotch when I was done, and then said, “Welcome
to America. Glad you could come.” Rod cracked up, and
suggested Flynn could use a shower.

Then I went
back down the hall to my own room, where I found Peter, Doug and Drew
all with condoms on, and Peter getting some lessons on fucking.
Drew had his cock buried in Peter’s ass, and Peter’s cock was likewise
contained by Doug. Obviously, something needed to be done for
Doug, and I had just cum, so I volunteered my virgin ass. After
the last few hours, I was ready for anything, including saying goodbye
to my virgin ass.